The Ballade Of The Automobile (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
When our yacht sails seaward on steady keel And the wind is moist with breath of brine And our laughter ...
When our yacht sails seaward on steady keel And the wind is moist with breath of brine And our laughter ...
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
Indeed I live in the dark ages! A guileless word is an absurdity. A smooth forehead betokens A hard heart. ...
Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering ...
"Ah, did you once see Shelley plain?" -- Browning. "Shelley? Oh, yes, I saw him often then," The old man ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
After the whipping he crawled into bed, Accepting the harsh fact with no great weeping. How funny uncle's hat had ...
The last pose flickered, failed. The screen's dead white Glared in a sudden flooding of harsh light Stabbing the eyes; ...
There were not many at that lonely place, Where two scourged hills met in a little plain. The wind cried ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
ON WHICH THE JEWS WERE FORCED TO ATTEND AN ANNUAL CHRISTIAN SERMON IN ROME. [``Now was come about Holy-Cross Day, ...
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
GUID speed and furder to you, Johnie, Guid health, hale han's, an' weather bonie; Now, when ye're nickin down fu' ...
RUSTICITY'S ungainly form May cloud the highest mind; But when the heart is nobly warm, The good excuse will find. ...
Here is a coast; here is a harbor; here, after a meager diet of horizon, is some scenery: impractically shaped ...
No, I shall not say why it is that I love you- Why do you ask me, save for vanity? ...
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
I have enough treasures from the past to last me longer than I need, or want. You know as well ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
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